in short; i was afraid

my tongue on copper, iron rust, empty spaces between our skin, the shadows that we fill with dust, and darling, you're my sweetest sin. lover, sit, enjoy the show, i know you love it when they scream, six billion light years left to go, promise you'll stay next to me. the universe is ours to take, to conquer, pillage and divide, believers, burn them at the stakes, wear this darkness with fierce pride. cut them down from where they stand, and touch me with your blood-stained hands.

here’s the thing (lover) life is short long heartbreaking wonderful nothing like i had expected. and everything i have learned has taught me one thing. we are more than the sum of our parts. and all this, is more than just another staccato dance performed by desperate indians begging the gods for more rain. we must not spend our lives waiting for it to rain again. we must water our own gardens. i beg that you do not water yours with my tears.

i fell from stars at heaven's rage, dirty in my dying grace, jubilant, they cast me down, and burning, blazing, i hit the ground, i was once lost, but you were found, that was on the fourth of may. you smiled, love, and i was saved. september chill, you're by my side, i've cheated, stolen, killed and lied, i've cursed the love we called our own, i've fallen when i would have flown, you said i'd never be alone, i fell asleep with ease that night, knowing you were by my side you told me you would catch the sun, our home when all is said and done, there's so much good i cannot do, you and I, through and through, all those times i fell for you, i have counted every single one, they're all bullets in this gun. we stand at the edge of the eclipse, with broken phones and torn up scripts, finding home in summer days, i've broken in a million reverent ways, for all the things i cannot say, i will mark your aging hips, kiss prayers deep into your lips. i love you dear, til kingdom come, we'll face the beating of the drums, now wipe the tears off from your face, there's a home thats buried in this place, darling, you are more than grace, you're more than burning, more than numb, i'll love you, dear, til kingdom come.

He kisses her again, gently this time, and she relaxes against his chest without really noticing. Whatever frantic fury she once had within her is gone, replaced with a calm that matches the gentle blue of his eyes and the crisp early winter air. Hazel had dreamed, once, of this moment, imagining fireworks and explosions, the world bursting into a billion, billion pieces within her at the first touch of mouth on mouth. But it had turned out different in every way. It ripples and sways, leaves falling gently in the autumn all warm colours and soft winds. It does not crash, does not explode, only makes her heart swell until it threatens to burst but in the best possible way. And in that moment, it builds a home around her heart, promising the keep it safe and warm for the winter.